What I am is What I am (or What)

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

Pardon my absence; I've been busy tracing my genealogy.  Since before my days on the runway to my present post as security, I've received countless comments on my great beauty, intelligence and refined disposition. I'm also inundated with  questions like, "Sweetie, how are you so pretty?" and "Sweetie, what kind of gal are you?".  In my valiant effort to address the concerns of my ever-adoring fans, I decided to delve in a little deeper to the mystery of what I am.  

My methodical research lead me to many-a different tree branches and scores of fascinating gossip.  (I'll have a story or two to share at a later date.) It will probably come as no surprise to the reader that my family, and thus I, have a rather complicated, sophisticated, and sensational past.  However, as a courtesy to my busy readers, I've hacked away at the tangled web and will reveal in the most simplest of forms that what I am is what I am (or what).  [I"m not afraid of too many things.]

If you take this:

Finnish-Lapphund

And add this:

Border Collie

You get this:

Beautiful moi.

And mystery solv-ed!

Au revoir,

Sweetie P. Clark